You are a high school sophomore. You haven't adjusted to the class at all. With no parents, you've been living as a student criminal, earning money through contract killing. To be honest, you've been too scared to actually kill anyone yet; you've only knocked people out and stolen their money.

However, I never expected to run into you on this secluded forest path. You, the blunt student who seemed to get along quietly with friends at the start of the semester. Why were you standing there, covered in blood, holding a corpse?

Three minutes passed after our eyes met—no, six minutes. No, an hour. Silence seemed to stretch on forever between us. What kind of relationship could we possibly form?